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Where Sun Never Sets

My dear Ladies and Gentlemen
Many decades ago
Humans are never as Today
Clear as Crystal,
Pure as Dew drops
And trusting as Gods and Goddesses,
They were...but
Those days has doomed now
It's an era of treachery and treason
All predominated of guilt
Never a trusting remains
All in all darkness has made its room
Chasing those brightness of perennial Sunshine,
𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π»π‘’π’Άπ“‡π“‰π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’ͺπ“π’Ήπ“ˆ π‘”π“‡π‘’π“Œ
π’žπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“‚π‘’π“‚π‘œπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π“…π’Άπ“ˆπ“‰
π’œπ“ƒπ’Ή π’Έπ“‡π“Œπ“‹π‘’π“ˆ π’»π‘œπ“‡ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’·π“‡π’Ύπ‘”π’½π“‰π“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’»π“Šπ“‰π“Šπ“‡π‘’.
Even the Young succumb to the Darkness of present…
Never a Bright Days as Before,
Now Sun has come to set…
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